I broke my toe last week. I could have cared less when it happened, the can of chicken noodle soup falling from the top shelf of the cupboard onto my toe. I’d known the pain of a broken toe before, I knew that it was broken, I didn’t have to look and inspect. As a matter of fact it had been a... Sign in to see full entry.
held up is called a ‘wave’ as in ‘hello there.’ At times, I must say that this way of American greeting has been of great welcome to me…usually after spending many a long winter months alone with hardly seeing another human being. Then, a ‘wave’ has made my heart jump with joy…the mere recognition... Sign in to see full entry.